My eyes felt crusty as I tried to open them. Slowly, I woke up, and with that came the feeling of something warm and heavy resting on my waist.

When I managed to open my eyes, they felt swollen, and that's when the memory hit me. I'd cried myself to sleep in Lily's arms. I tensed up at the thought, then looked over to see my husband's sleeping face.

His arm was the heavy warmth across my waist.

We were in bed together.

I had no idea how we'd ended up here.

And then, just like that, I started crying again.

Jungkook's arm tightened around me, and through the tears, I saw that I'd woken him.

"I wasn't unhappy," I whispered, my voice trembling as I licked the salty tears from my lips. My eyes were puffy and red, and the emotions were raw. "I was so happy, I was terrified."

His fingers, warm and gentle, brushed against my chin. He tilted my head up so I could look into his eyes. His expression was full of concern, his brows knitted together, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Terrified?" he asked, his voice soft but careful, as if he was scared of what I might say.I nodded, the tears still threatening to spill over. "Just because I've come a long way doesn't mean I don't still feel that way. You didn't let me explain. I'm still terrified of losing all the good we have together." My voice cracked, the fear thick in my words. Had together, I thought, but I didn't say it out loud.

Jungkook frowned deeply, his eyes narrowing as he sat up. His face showed both frustration and confusion. "You're afraid of losing our baby, so you shut me out before I—" His tone was accusing, hurt lacing his words.

"No!" I interrupted, my voice rising as I sat up too, glaring at him with tear-filled eyes. "You shut me out." My voice wavered, but there was a fierce determination behind it. I needed him to understand.

"I thought we were past all this," he said, his voice dropping, sounding tired and worn out. There was a shadow of sadness in his eyes, like he was carrying the weight of our past on his shoulders.

"Then let me explain!" I almost shouted, my voice breaking with desperation. My heart was pounding as if I was fighting for us, for our family.

He glared back at me, his jaw clenched, but he stayed quiet, his eyes locked on mine.I took a deep breath, feeling the tightness in my chest. "You know I'm afraid of losing the people I love. But my kid, our kid, I already love this kid so much I can't breathe." My voice shook as I spoke, my eyes wide with fear. "The thought of something happening..." I couldn't even finish the sentence. The words were stuck in my throat.

Jungkook shook his head slowly, his eyes filled with his own pain and confusion. "You kept avoiding talking about having kids... I started to worry that you didn't want them." His voice was low, almost like he was admitting something that hurt too much to say out loud. "I thought when you ran off to the Namsan Tower, it meant you were gearing up to shut me out because... you didn't want our kid." His gaze hardened, his voice tight with emotion. "Then when you tried to explain, I was..." He trailed off, sighing heavily.

"You were what?" I asked, my voice softer now, a mix of curiosity and fear.

"Scared," he admitted, his eyes locking with mine. His voice was quiet, almost vulnerable. "My mother never wanted me, Y/n. Never." His voice wavered, the pain from his past still clear. "I wasn't a happy kid, and I would never wish that kind of childhood on anyone, let alone my own kids. I promised myself if I ever had children, I'd be the kind of father mine never was. And I sure as hell wouldn't marry a woman who didn't treat them like they were her whole world." His eyes searched mine, filled with a mix of sorrow and hope. "So I didn't know how to feel about my wife not wanting our kid. I didn't know what that meant for us."

A sharp pain shot through my chest, my breath catching as I took in his words. "Is that why you're moving out?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, fear gripping me.

"What?" he asked, incredulous, his eyes darkening as his face twisted with disbelief and anger. "What are you talking about?" His voice was sharp, like a knife cutting through the air.

"The letter." My hand trembled as I pointed to the hallway. "I found the letter in the guest room. The one asking the tenants of your old apartment to move out within the month." My voice shook, the fear that I'd misunderstood something gnawing at me.

A thick silence fell between us, the tension so heavy it felt like it was pressing down on my chest.Jungkook got out of bed, his movements stiff, his expression substandard as he stared off into space for a moment before turning back to me. His eyes were dark, full of familiar anger, and I braced myself for what was coming.

What if he never forgives me?

I pushed him away, didn't I?

How did everything fall apart so quickly?

Am I going to lose everything we built together?

I should have listened to him more.

What if I'm the reason he's leaving?

How did we go from being so happy to this?

Is it too late to make things right?

Why didn't I realize how much this was hurting him?

Is there still a chance for us?

Can we really recover from this?

What if I can't fix it?

Where do we go from here?

Is our love really strong enough to survive this?

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